Beautiful People

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Wendy van Eyck
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Don't hoard treasure down here where it gets eaten by moths and corroded by rust or—worse!—stolen by burglars. Stockpile treasure in heaven, where it's safe from moth and rust and burglars. It's obvious, isn't it? The place where your treasure is, is the place you will most want to be, and end up being. Matthew 6:19-21 (MSG)

TAKE A QUICK inventory of the things you own. Now list them according to what you treasure most. My list of treasured things goes something like this: my wallet, my car, my phone, my passport and my guitar. Maybe your list looks a bit like mine, maybe it doesn’t. Next take a permanent marker and write in large letters across each item on your list: LOVE.

Okay, I do not actually expect you to do this but do you think looking at your possessions, as an opportunity to show love to others would change the way you lived? Do you think it would change the way you view treasure? If you doubt it, then take a single note (of any currency or denomination) and write, “LOVE” on it. Put it back in your wallet and see if it changes the way you spend your money, the way you view possessions and treasure, the way you fight over an item of clothing at the next sale.

When we look at our possessions and only see their value we miss an opportunity to use our possessions to show love. We become desperate, lobster clawed people who grab everything in sight, sell our good legs and stand in queues to buy Lady Gaga tickets instead of people who do beautiful things. And I think God wants us to be people who do beautiful things.

How would you live life differently if you realized that everything you possessed was an opportunity to show God’s love to someone?

I'm Wendy and I'm learning to love well, run well and read well. I write for anyone who has ever held a loved one’s hand through illness, or believed in God despite hard circumstances or ever left on a spontaneous 2-week holiday through a foreign land with just a backpack.

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I'm learning to love well, run well and read well. I’m married to Xylon - a man who talks non-stop about cycling - and makes me laugh. I write for anyone who has ever held a loved one’s hand through illness, or believed in God despite hard circumstances or ever left on a spontaneous 2-week holiday through a foreign land with just a backpack.